That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 452:

His scent, the solidness of his back, the warmth of his body. Heavens, this was a terrible idea. A terrible, stupid, reckless idea.

The grand king glanced over his shoulder. “How was your morning, beautiful?”

“The morning is still fresh, Your Grace,” she grumbled. She hesitated, then added, “I received the flowers. Thank you.”

“You are most welcome,” he said warmly. “The day is beautiful, is it not?”

“For a male who crawled out of death’s mouth, you’re certainly in high spirits this morning,” Emeriel muttered under her breath.

King Daemonikai chuckled. “I heard that.”

“Damn supernatural ears,” she mumbled.

“I heard that too,” he added, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

shut, more startled by his

have prepared something for us,” he announced. “Brace yourself.” He

his waist, holding tight

countryside,

the feel of his strong body under her hands, his hair tickling her face, the solidness of his back against her chest. No, she noticed none of

when she dismounted, she realized

Mountain stood ahead, its snow-dusted cliffs plain against the clear

Wegai remained, and even he turned his horse around to depart, leaving

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his

Wegai obediently left the horse behind before making himself

eyes narrowing as she noticed what lay ahead. He

the field—wooden frames holding tightly drawn circles of straw, each one marked with a painted bullseye. Bows and quivers filled with arrows rested

to unwind,” King Daemonikai said, walking ahead with his hands clasped behind his